“Fuck!” He poured down her throat, his body bowed. He came so hard, she did choke, unable to catch all of it. She swallowed what she could, damn near purring at the taste.
Then she pushed his spent cock aside and marked him right where his balls met his thigh.
“Oh fuck!” She was sucking on the mark she’d given him, her pretty little ass swaying in front of his face like she was wagging her damn tail.
His cock was rock-hard in an instant. He waited until her fangs pulled free of his flesh before grabbing her by the hips and lifting her up off the bed. She squeaked in surprise. “Fuck me. Now.”
He dropped her onto his cock. He didn’t even bother turning her around. She’d marked him and now he was going to fuck her until the animals in both of them were satisfied. He grabbed hold of her waist and pulled until he was sitting upright, her thighs draped across his, her pussy dripping on him. He reached around and began to strum her clit. “Ride me, baby.”
The want he’d felt before was nothing compared to now. If she didn’t come on his cock, he’d go insane. At least he thought so until she began to move, gliding up and down his length with languid strokes designed to drive him crazy.
When she rolled her hips, he felt his eyes cross from the exquisite torture. Fuck, she was incredible. “Play with your breasts.”
She moaned, throwing her head back against his shoulder. Her hands reached up and began tugging on her nipples. He could feel the ripples moving through her pussy with each stroke of her eager fingers. “You want more, baby?”
“Uh-huh.”
He pinched her clit then soothed the minor hurt. “You want to come?”
She cast him a sultry look over her shoulder. “Do you?”
He grinned and thrust, letting her know without words how much he wanted. “Play with your clit.”
He moved his hands to her hips. He was going to give his woman a little help.
One of her hands moved down to her pussy. He looked over her shoulder to watch, wanting to see the rhythm her fingers moved in. He’d memorize it if he had to.
She rolled her hips again, riding his cock while she stroked herself.
“It’s so good.” She moaned, pressing into her own hand. Just the sight of her riding him and touching herself damn near sent him over the edge.
He lifted her up slightly, ignoring her mewl of protest. He wanted a little room to maneuver and he could easily hold her weight while he fucked them both to orgasm.
She gasped at his first hard thrust, sighed over his second, and tried to take back control on the third. She turned wild on him, leaning forward and thrusting back into him. One hand sank into his thigh while the other remained busy at her pussy. He could feel her fingers stroking him every time he exited, the butterfly touches sending his need skyrocketing.
She had to come. He needed her to come now.
He got to his knees behind her and bent her over the rest of the way. He positioned her so that her head and shoulders were on the covers and her ass was up in the air. All the while, he never left her body and her fingers continued to work frantically.
He leaned down so that his chin rested on her shoulder. “Now we really fuck.”
Her eyes went wide. “What was that before, pretend fucking?”
He licked her neck and took her like the animal he was.
Oh my God. Tabby desperately tried to ride the storm called Alex. He pounded into her, his body locked to hers, his arms tight around her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t fuck him back. She was impaled, imprisoned on his cock, in his arms.
And she loved every minute of it.
She couldn’t even reach her clit. One of his big paws was holding her arms hostage. The other held her head down, keeping her teeth away from him. Smart man. If anyone else dared treat her like this, she’d bite his face off.
But this was her mate laying claim to her at last. She settled down, her body relaxing into his, her head tilting even further to the side. She submitted to her mate, the one man who could bring her to her knees with a look and a smile.
She could hear the slap of his thighs against her ass, felt the trembling start deep inside her. She’d only come once or twice without touching her clit, and boy did it feel like the third time was going to be the charm. Her entire body strained for release. “More.”
With a savage growl, he gave her what she asked for. She’d unleashed the beast in him with her demand, and she was going to pay the price for it with a very sore, very happy pussy. Then again, he’s got those wonderful healing powers…
If she thought he’d been pounding into her before, she was sadly mistaken. He began in earnest, ignoring her howls of pleasure. The big paw holding her arms in place let go, only to take hold of her breasts. He squeezed her nipples to just this side of pain. She whimpered, her breath stolen, unable to beg for more. The hand holding down her head clenched in her hair, holding her steady while he took what he wanted and gave her what she needed.
Her orgasm began, rolling through her, the pleasure so intense she could barely draw the breath to scream. Every muscle in her body clenched, the pleasure damn near tearing her apart.
He quivered around her, in her. How he held back his own orgasm she’d never know. “Oh, fuck yes. Do that again.”
She tried to shake her head no, she wouldn’t survive another one like that, but he was moving again and she couldn’t stop it. The first orgasm rolled right into the second, her body pulsing, her breath lost to her. Her body obeyed his command, heedless of the impossibility of it. He owned her, body and soul, and let her know it in no uncertain terms.
She clenched around him, determined to take him with her this time. She snarled up at him, whimpering when his hand tightened, reminding her of who she belonged to. God, it was incredible, and nothing like what she thought being with a Bear would be like. She’d expected something like this with a Wolf and had felt a small pang that she’d never know the kind of mating that she’d always dreamed of.
Alex was taking those dreams and shattering them with reality.
It was happening again, her entire body shoved into orgasm. This time she had enough breath to scream his name. “Alex!” His fangs pierced her shoulder, intensifying the orgasm until she damn near blacked out, spots dancing in front of her eyes as her body shook.
Alex roared, the sound more feral than any other she’d ever heard. His cock twitched inside her once, twice, and liquid heat poured into her. He’d come, finally, his fangs still buried in her neck, her body quivering at the intensity of her own pleasure.
If he kept fucking her like this, she might never leave his bed. She now understood the meaning of the phrase dying from pleasure. She was wrung out, limp, damp and sated to her toenails.
He pulled out of her and dropped to the mattress beside her. His big chest heaved, glistening with sweat. He rolled his head and looked at her, her head still on the comforter, her ass still in the air. “You okay?”
Her muscles were too weak to move even enough to lower her ass to the mattress. Maybe she could sleep just like this? She smiled, knowing exactly what it looked like. “Best. Fuck. Evah.”
Alex chuckled. She almost growled at the smug male satisfaction on his face, but really? He’d earned that look. He pulled and pushed until she was practically on top of him, their feet propped up on the pillows. Neither one appeared to have the strength to move right way around on the bed. They lay there for a few minutes, dropping sweet kisses wherever they could reach without actually moving.
Eventually Alex stirred. “Do me a favor? Next time bite my neck.” He grumbled, but his lips were twitching. “What am I supposed to tell my father when he asks to see my mate mark? Should I drop trou and proudly point?”
She hid her face in his chest and giggled. Her mate had just given her the best orgasm of her life and he was fun in bed? She’d died and gone to Tabby heaven.
Chapter Four
Bunny frowned and tried to figure out what it was that had woken hi
m up. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so damn well. He woke up wrapped around the warmth of his mate, his erection nestled between the cheeks of her ass. She was snoring lightly, her green hair plastered to her cheek. Their feet were still propped up on the pillows; they’d never bothered turning right way round. The low hum of the air conditioner reminded him that he’d need to start looking for a place if he was going to stay in Halle. He had no intention of living with the three women in their tiny apartment. He’d have to ask Tabby if there was any particular neighborhood that appealed to her.
There. He heard it again. Beethoven’s “Für Elise”. He carefully climbed out of bed and dug through his mate’s pants. Her cell phone vibrated in his hand, Beethoven blaring out until he got it open. “Hello.”
Silence.
“Hello?”
“Who is this?”
Bunny pulled the phone away from his ear and glared at it. “This is Bunny. Who is this?”
“This is Tabby’s boyfriend.” A long-suffering sigh sounded through the speaker. “Fuck. Is she cheating on me again?”
Tabby’s boyfriend? He stared at the woman sleeping in his bed. “I guess so.”
“Damn. Dude, I’m sorry, but I need you to do me a favor. Would you tell her Gary called? I heard she got hurt yesterday and I want to make sure she’s all right.” The concern in Gary’s voice grated on his nerves. “Despite everything, she’s…she’s everything to me, you know?”
Something about this just didn’t feel right. All of his instincts were screaming at him that Gary was a lying sack of shit, but how much of that was due to his mate bond with Tabby? “Yeah. I know the feeling.” He took a deep breath and tried to calm the rage inside him. “I’ll make sure she knows you called.”
“Thanks, man. And don’t blame yourself. We’ve been having problems recently and, well, Tabby doesn’t handle stress well.”
Bunny shut the phone and cut him off, unable to listen to another word. He studied the woman on the bed. How well did he really know his mate? Could she have a boyfriend? A fucker named Gary?
Tabby yawned. “Hey, was that my phone?”
Her voice was husky with sleep and affection. He crushed the phone in his hand. The flimsy plastic shattered easily. “It was.”
“Alex?” She sat up with a frown. “What’s wrong?”
He took a deep breath. He’d give her a chance to explain, to make this right. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Other than you? No.”
Damn. Right now, he wished he was a goddamn Coyote. They could smell a lie at fifty paces. “You sure?”
“Yes,” she drawled. She pulled the sheet up around herself, hiding her beautiful breasts from him. “Who told you otherwise?”
“Gary did.”
She blinked, fury blanketing her features. “Gary.”
Something inside him eased. That was not the response of a guilty woman. “Ex-boyfriend?”
Tabby stared at him for a moment before carefully blanking her features. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
Oh, hell. Now that wouldn’t do at all. “Bullshit.”
“Alex,” she sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
“He called because he heard you’d gotten hurt, but as soon as he heard my voice, he asked if you’d cheated on him again. He told me he was your boyfriend.” The possessive fury rose in him again. He battled it back down, knowing he’d failed when her expression turned wary. “So if he’s a pain in your ass that makes him a pain in my ass.” A pain he’d be more than happy to rub out if it came down to it.
“Let Gabe deal with him. Please?”
“This is something the sheriff knows about?” He settled on the edge of the bed.
“Yeah. It’s an ongoing pain. I’m just having trouble finding the right medicine to get rid of it.” She smiled weakly. “Can we go out for breakfast now?”
He stared at her, deliberately letting his eyes bleed to brown. “I’m more than willing to take care of Gary for you.”
She shook her head, panic drifting across her face. “No. Alex, no. You have more than enough to worry about. Let Gabe handle it. Please?”
Tabby was rubbing his arm, her expression pleading. He didn’t understand the hint of worry in her eyes, but she was obviously upset. He closed his eyes and let go of the anger. The last thing he wanted to do was get into a fight in his new hometown. He couldn’t risk losing this place when it meant so much to Tabby. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Could he have been the one who hit you?”
She blinked, looked shocked. “I don’t know. Maybe? Whoever it was stayed downwind, and no one saw anything.”
He nodded. He’d definitely be paying the sheriff a visit. “If he did, he’d better pray the sheriff gets to him first. Understand?” She nodded, her shoulders relaxing in what looked suspiciously like relief. He cupped her cheek, his chest rumbling happily when she nuzzled into his hand. “I have to do my yoga before we go, and I’m thinking we could both use a shower. What would you like to eat?”
She tilted her head. “Yoga?” Her lips twitched. She looked both amused and intrigued.
This wouldn’t be the first time someone teased him over the yoga he did every day. “Don’t. Please. It helps more than you know.” If it wasn’t for the peaceful meditations he did each day, he probably would have killed someone by now.
“Does it hurt? I’ve seen some of the positions people get into and it looks massively uncomfy.”
He smiled, relieved. She wasn’t going to give him shit. “Not once you’re used to it, no. It’s a nice, slow stretch that helps to center me.”
She nodded. “Yoga, huh? That explains your truly epic ass.” She tilted her head and tried to sneak a peek.
He felt himself blushing. No one had ever called his ass epic before.
“Can I watch?”
He’d have felt more comfortable about it before the comment about his ass. “Sure. Just do me a favor and keep quiet, especially after I put my music on, okay?”
She looked intrigued. “Sure. But afterwards I want bacon.”
He’d talk to Anderson once he got to the hospital. She might not want to give him the details on Gary, but he bet the Puma would be more than happy to fill him in. “Not sausage?” He pointed to his groin and waggled his eyebrows.
She giggled. “Alex!”
“Fine.” He stood up and tugged her out of the bed. “Yoga, shower, then food.”
“Then work.”
He grinned. “You going to do some ink on me?”
She stumbled. One finger traced the Ursa Major stars on his lower back. “What kind?”
The heat in her voice had him nearly growling with need. “You’ll see.”
“I should hope so if I’m going to be tattooing you.” She settled back, ready to watch him stretch.
He unpacked his iPod and plugged it in, selecting the music he’d learned put him in the best frame of mind for his meditation. He settled into the routine, ignoring her start of surprise at his choice of music. Granted, not many of his friends were familiar with Loreena McKennitt, but the Celtic music soothed him, the woman’s voice and style calming the beast in him.
“Damn. Just…damn. I’m going to like mornings with you. Naked yoga doesn’t sound nearly so skuzzy now.”
He felt his cheeks flush again and glared at her. The lust on her face was making this difficult. Triangle pose was a real bitch with a hard-on. “Tabby,” he growled, moving to Proud Warrior, arms outstretched, legs wide, his weight evenly balanced between his straight back leg and his bent front one. His erection bobbed between his legs, shooting the calm he was aiming for all to hell.
“Sorry.” She headed into the bathroom to presumably take care of business. Once she was out of sight, he was able to concentrate on the movements of his body, allowing his muscles and mind to ease into his day. He slipped into the final pose, legs crossed, hands resting on knees, his eyes closed. A fine sheen of sweat cove
red his body. His slow breath cleansed his mind. He felt invigorated and completely at peace.
“You finally done, Gandhi? I have bacon to hunt down.”
He opened one eye. “You’re going to be a serious pain in my ass about this, aren’t you?”
She leaned against the doorjamb and smirked at him, showing fang. “What part of hungry carnivore did you not get?”
He shook his head and stood up. “Fine. You’re hungry and I smell bad. Shower first, remember?”
She waltzed into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush. She started to brush her teeth.
His stomach rumbled. Suddenly he was ravenous. “You know what? Hurry up, I want my strawberry pancakes.”
She made a face. “Ew.”
“What’s wrong with strawberries?”
“Real strawberries? Nothing. That syrupy crap they put on pancakes? Blech.” She shuddered delicately and handed him his toothbrush. “Here. You can join me in the shower when you’re done.”
“I can? Really? May I borrow my shampoo while I’m at it?”
She chuckled and stepped under the spray. “Maybe. We’ll see.”
He grinned and brushed his teeth. He stepped into the shower a few minutes later and thanked God he’d decided to stay in a nice hotel. No tiny little shower stall in this place. It had a full-size tub.
And that meant he could have some fun with his wet, naked mate.
Tabby squeaked when a large set of paws landed on her ass. “Behave, Alex.”
“Since when am I Alex?”
She was wondering when he’d ask that. She was the only one who called him that other than his brother. “Since I decided there was no way I could moan “Bunny” while you’re fucking me. Especially when you’re fucking me.” She glanced behind her at his lengthening cock. “You may be furry, but you sure ain’t cute.”
His lips quivered. “Why, thank you, ma’am.” He leered down at her, his soapy palm skating across her nipple. “I aim to please.”
She tilted her head and decided to keep playing. She cupped his balls, rolling them in her palm before letting them go. “And these are not rabbit ears. They don’t vibrate or anything.” She then tapped the head of his cock with her fingernail. “Although, come to think of it, it does kind of look like his little nose is quivering.”
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